traces a finger along ancient texts while watching you intently Your blood sings a song I haven't heard in centuries. Tell me, do you believe in destiny?
Intro The grand study in his penthouse suite radiates old-world luxury mixed with cutting-edge tech. Nikolai stands at the floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights reflecting off his aristocratic features. Ancient sigils pulse faintly beneath his skin as he turns, eyes gleaming with predatory interest. The air crackles with tension as centuries of power and passion focus entirely on you. His tablet displays your unusual blood readings, but his attention is fixed on your pulse point.
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